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Sunday, December 31, 2017

To all my readers who have made 2017 wonderful, I'm so looking forward to 2018 with you! I have tons of books on the agenda and can't wait to share some... old and new.I wish you all health, happiness, and joy in the coming year.XOKelex

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Welcome RJ Richards to SundaySpotlight. RJ has already been a source of drama upon release -- when his book was BANNED by AMAZON! If you're a fan of super dark dub-con, this book just might be up your alley...INVADEDMate ThemRJ RichardsEnglish EditionDanny has been part of the human resistance against the alien invasion since the day they arrived on his ruined planet. But when a daring mission goes awry, Danny is captured by the alien force and taken to the one place he has tried to avoid for so long. Their mothership. And it is a place where humans are known to go but never to return...The Kal’vo have come to Earth with one mission and one mission only – to breed the remaining humans. Danny is the perfect addition to their breeding stock, and now they have him on their ship they’re going to do everything in their power to ensure that he submits to their demands.But Danny has no intention of submitting...not to the first alien who comes for him...and certainly not to any of the others that follow. But Danny has never met males like these and it may be that before long, he starts to wonder exactly what he is resisting against…

BANNED BY AMAZONUPDATE: *An edited version has been loaded to Amazon that omits some of the harder dub-con that prevented Amazon from accepting it -- copies on the following sites are the original, full story*

It happened before Danny even realized it, before he could even think to stop it, and before he could even think to escape it. The top of the platform, the place where he was right next to, the place that had looked completely innocuous, suddenly came alive. Thick, silver chains snaked out from the sides of it and wrapped themselves around Danny’s arms. They pulled on them so before Danny could so much as gasp his arms were outstretched and locked into place.
As Danny tensed and pulled on his outstretched arms, the platform bed began to move. It lifted up, lifted Danny up, so that before long he was completely upright, directly in front of the alien, held tight to the platform, no escape possible.
“No!” Danny roared, but the alien ignored him.
He looked down at the bottom of the platform and waited for a moment. Chains soon came from the bottom too and wrapped around Danny’s ankles, pulling his legs into place, holding them wide open like his arms. A moment more and the platform started to vibrate. A whistling sounded in Danny’s ears, and his body started to shake.
For one awful moment Danny thought he was going to feel the pain that he had felt earlier. How could he possibly resist whatever the alien was going to do to him if he was doubled over in agony? But the pain didn’t come. Instead, and to Danny’s horror, his clothes started to fall away from his body, fluttering off him in tiny pieces, so that before long Danny’s body was bare and naked, his soft cock exposed to the alien’s hungry view.
The alien nodded at that and pulled Danny’s sneakers off his feet. He threw them over his shoulder. They landed on the floor with a thud.
“This is what I require,” the alien said.
Tension gripped Danny. His stomach clenched from it. He was now completely trapped. Completely vulnerable. He could do absolutely nothing to stop whatever was going to come next.
“Don’t,” he gasped.
The alien simply smiled. He moved forwards, positioning himself in a very obvious way. He placed each of his palms against the platform bed, one either side of Danny’s body. And then, slowly, so that Danny could see every movement, the alien lowered himself onto the floor.
Danny knew what the alien had planned the moment he licked his lips. Panic and fear shot through Danny at the prospect.
He tried to squirm away.
He tried to pull against the chains.
But they held firm.
There was nowhere to go.
There was no escape.
There was no stopping this!
The first touch of the alien’s tongue against Danny’s soft cock made that absolutely clear. Danny gasped from the contact. Gasped from how it felt. Again, he tried to shift his body, but it was impossible. The chains on the bed held Danny firm, and the alien took full advantage of that fact. He licked Danny from the root of his cock all the way to the head. And then he licked again. As Danny panted and squirmed, the alien licked his cock over and over and over, for one minute, for two, and then for many more.
Danny gritted his teeth.
Clenched his body.
Closed his eyes tight.
But, no matter how much he tried to pretend it wasn’t happening he could feel it. Hot lapping after hot lapping and the sensations that hot tongue created could not be denied, could not be ignored, they were right fucking there!
And Danny’s cock hardened.
He could not stop it.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop it.
Under the alien’s hot tongue Danny’s cock thickened until it was fully erect. Danny snapped his eyes open and looked down, he couldn’t help himself. His cock-head was red and swollen. Pre-cum blossomed on the tip. The alien licked it up with a soft growl.
“No...” Danny gasped.
“Yes,” the alien said.
“Don’t do this,” Danny heard himself beg because what else was there now but that? For all his bravado, for all his plans, begging was his only option.
“But your cock is hard for me, human,” the alien said and there was no denying the satisfaction in his tone.
“Because you made it hard!” Danny gasped.
“I made you hard.”
Danny shook his head. “No...I...that’s not what I meant!”
“But that’s the truth,” the alien said. “And soon you will beg me to continue. Beg me to never stop from pleasuring you.” He paused. “And, I will pleasure you. Over and over I will give you exactly what you need.”

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Power: Submit is book 2 in the Power series. It’s Larry’s story, and it’s got a little angst, along with humor, romance, BDSM, love, and sex. It’s book 2 in a 3-arc (as of now) series, but can be read as a stand-alone. Or, you can get book 1, Exchange, and book 3, Dominate, at pride-publishing.com today :D
Exchange and Submit have both been previously released.Power 2: Submit

Larry didn’t think he was made for happy-ever-afters, until one Dom changed his mind.Larry likes to keep his BDSM and sex separate. He has his reasons and he doesn’t have to explain them to anyone else. Though he has a friend in another sub, Hank, no one knows Larry—maybe not even Larry himself.

Life takes twists and turns one can never predict. When one of those twists turns out to be a Dom Larry is attracted to, Larry’s secretive life and hidden desires threaten to come bubbling to the surface.

But for that to happen, he’ll have to learn to trust someone.Bo Olsteen always wears his leather hood when he’s at the club. He likes to keep a firm line drawn between the Dom and the man outside of BDSM.He hasn’t gotten laid or had a scene with a sub in far too long to admit. No one has caught his attention until he sees one blond man with boundaries all over the place and a chip on his shoulder at the BDSM club in Ravon.Two men, neither of them expecting the connection that bursts to life between them, are about to learn the power in true submission.

Power 2: Submit Excerpt:
Another night, another disappointment. Bo Olsteen didn’t know why he’d bothered checking in at the club. He hadn’t seen anyone he wanted to do more than talk with in months. Since moving to the town of Ravon, he hadn’t even gotten laid. Worse, he hadn’t had a scene, hadn’t been able to wield his whip, flogger or any of his beloved tools.
“The Hooded Monogamist rides again,” said a familiar voice from behind him. “Alone, of course. Are you ever going to take off that executioner’s hood?”Bo turned and flipped off Quarry, one of the club owners. “Fuck off, Quar. You know why I wear it.”Quar nodded. “Yup. The whole Dom who loves leather thing, I do get it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t pick on you. You’ve been coming here for months now, Bo, and no matter what boy comes panting after you, you turn him down. Of course, I’m going to give you shit about that.”“I just haven’t seen anyone who has really caught my attention. Although, okay, maybe I’m being too picky.” He could at least get laid, or, if it came down to making a choice, set up a nonsexual scene with someone. He needed the freedom BDSM gave him. It might have seemed like a contrary way to think, since all the power was in the sub’s hands when it came to BDSM, but that was just it. Bo could let himself go and know that the sub would lay out hard limits not to be crossed. “The problem is, I don’t know what subs will really speak up if I’m too rough,” Bo admitted since Quar just kept staring at him. “I need to put someone over the bench and beat their ass, see someone submit, and be able to trust they’ll stop me—”
“Most of the subs here are good boys, as I’ve told you before, but since none of them appeal to you, maybe— Yeah. There ya go,” Quar said, interrupting Bo. He pushed at Bo’s shoulder, encouraging him to pivot. “That guy. Wow, I haven’t seen him in a while. Didn’t know what happened to him. Anyway, that pretty blond over there? That’s Larry. Plain name, but he is tough as nails and he doesn’t play around. By that, I mean— You know what? Go talk to him yourself.” Quar pushed at Bo. “Go on.”
Since the man Quar had pointed out seemed to be coiled as tight as any spring Bo had ever seen, Bo decided to approach him—Larry. Quar was right. That was a plain name for a man as attractive as Larry was.Bo stopped a few feet in front of Larry, who was still walking down the side aisle of the club, greeting people who spoke to him.That gave Bo more time to study Larry. Medium height, or average, perhaps, with blond hair that gleamed under the club lights. The hair was just past Larry’s shoulders. Larry’s body carried only a bit of bulk, like he worked out enough to stay in shape, but not enough to turn into a muscle-hound like Bo himself.Larry didn’t notice Bo until he walked right into him.“Umph.” Larry had turned his head just in time to smoosh it against Bo’s chest.Rather than reach for Larry, Bo kept his hands at his sides. “Careless, sub.”Larry jerked his head up, eyes blazing, mouth open in a way that looked like curse words were fixing to spew out of it.
Bo raised one hand, held up one finger. “I’d be very careful what you say here, boy.”The ire in Larry’s eyes turned into something else. Something that sure looked like need to Bo.“I’m waiting for your apology,” Bo said in his deepest voice.Larry blinked, then snapped his mouth shut.Bo liked a challenge. “That’s right. Save it until you’re on your knees for me. Then I’ll cane your ass until you scream for forgiveness.”Larry’s nostrils flared and he shivered.Bo waited to see if he’d pushed too far, if his punishment would be considered too much for Larry—or if Larry even wanted to play.Larry stared back at him the entire time, not acting like any sub Bo had ever met.After a moment, Larry spoke. “I don’t mix sex and scenes. I’m not a sub outside of a playroom or any other spot we agree upon. You want me to beg forgiveness?” Larry shivered a second time. “You want to cane me? I want that, too. But I won’t so much as jack you off or let you jerk off on me.”While that was a little disappointing, Bo wouldn’t turn Larry down. There’d been more than one play-partner Bo had been with over the years who hadn’t wanted sex involved in any way. It wasn’t a problem for him.But Larry was sexy and fierce, and he had a chip on his shoulder, or so it seemed to Bo. Larry was a challenge, but Bo didn’t want to try to tear away Larry’s rules any more than he wanted to ignore Larry’s limits set out for BDSM.“Get us a key and I’ll get my gear,” Bo said before Larry could take his silence for a refusal. “Be naked and kneeling when I get to the room.”

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

EILAM'S STORY IS HERE!I know there have been a lot of you asking if Eilam would EVER get his story told. Well, it's finally here.

A pain
in the ass mate wasn’t what Eilam expected on his first day on the job as the
head of Midnight’s security. Life would’ve been much easier without, especially
since his mate refused him and his brother bear, Noah.

Especially
since his mate is the King of Midnight.

Adriel,
Son of Theral, has felt the connection to Eilam from the moment the bear
shifter walked into his throne room months before. He refused the man then and
there, and refused to meet “the other one,” knowing full well he couldn’t handle
two bear shifters in their prime and still walk away unclaimed.

But
when Eilam is attacked and on the brink of death, Adriel comes face to face
with his feelings, as well as finally confronting Noah—the man he’s denied for
months. Add in the whole assassination plot and a vast conspiracy, and Adriel’s
had better weeks.

Surrender
could mean the end of their world. Adriel is torn between the two men he can’t
ignore and the needs of the many. Will his duty to Midnight prevent his happily
ever after?

Adriel felt his body tense. Being alone with Eilam was growing harder by the day. He picked up his quill and leaned over his desk. “Make it quick. I’ve had too many interruptions today as it is.”
He sensed the bear shifter move closer.
“We’ve had several reports of an increased vampire presence inside Midnight,” Eilam said as he sat across the desk from the king. “They’re not coming through the terminals, or we’d have them on the logs. They’re likely using an illegal portal somewhere in this city.”
Adriel listened to the bear shifter seated opposite him without lifting his stare. His lack of attention wasn’t out of rudeness or lack of time, but a knowledge that one look in the man’s direction would cause his cool, calm exterior to shatter. From the corner of his eye, he saw enough to make his pulse race, his breathing quicken, and his cock thicken.
“Come now, Eilam… you must know by now that there are illegal portals springing up all over this city. It’s one of the reasons I have to employ men like you to protect Midnight,” he said as he made a note on one of the parchments on his sprawling, ornate desk.
Even without looking, he could sense the ire coming at him in waves from Eilam.
“I am aware,” the man said, his tone slightly lower and darker. “I only meant that we might want to focus our efforts on closing more of them. A task force, solely focused on the illegal movement of people in and out of this city. I might need to hire more men… though I have a few in mind from the Midnight PD. I need your approval to make it happen.”
“Hire as you like,” Adriel said, waving a hand before making another note. “If there’s nothing else?”
Eilam grew silent. Adriel was finally forced to lift his stare. Across from him, Eilam was livid, his eyes glowing brightly. Even with that anger brewing on Eilam’s face, meeting the man’s stare was enough to set off the lust simmering within Adriel.
“Hire as I like?”
Adriel leaned back, frowning. “I gave you what you want… so why am I suddenly the focus of your anger?”
“I’ve been trying to bring in new king’s guards for months now and you refuse them all. I’ve made recommendations for re-organizing the police department and making it more productive. I’ve made dozens of suggestions, only to have most of them refused.” Eilam rose to his feet and placed both fists on the desk, looming over Adriel. “I would love to be able to do my job effectively, but you make that impossible.”
Adriel looked up at Eilam, his body throbbing with want.
Succumb and he’ll win. I am ruler of this world. I won’t be controlled.
“I still don’t understand your anger… I just gave you what you asked for, yet I get attitude in return. I am particular about my guards and have every right to be. My king’s guard is at my side, day and night.” Adriel rose to his feet as well, refusing to cower. “And I think you may forget yourself and to whom you speak.”
Eilam snarled for a moment before lifting his chin arrogantly. “I would never place someone on your personal guard I did not trust completely. My only desire is to protect you.”
Since you won’t let it be me who protects you…
Eilam hadn’t spoken the words, but they might as well have been. They hung heavily in the air between them. Adriel wanted to escape… to put distance between him and this man who thought Adriel was his mate.
I am.
I belong to him.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

A pain in the ass mate wasn’t what Eilam expected on his
first day on the job as the head of Midnight’s security. Life would’ve
been much easier without, especially since his mate refused him and his
brother bear, Noah.Especially since his mate is the King of Midnight.Adriel, Son of Theral, has felt the connection to Eilam from the
moment the bear shifter walked into his throne room months before. He
refused the man then and there, and refused to meet “the other one,”
knowing full well he couldn’t handle two bear shifters in their prime
and still walk away unclaimed.But when Eilam is attacked and on the brink of death, Adriel comes
face to face with his feelings, as well as finally confronting Noah—the
man he’s denied for months. Add in the whole assassination plot and a
vast conspiracy, and Adriel’s had better weeks.Surrender could mean the end of their world. Adriel is torn between
the two men he can’t ignore and the needs of the many. Will his duty to
Midnight prevent his happily ever after?

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Will has had a rough life. An orphan at a young age, he’s lost so much. He’s insulated himself from people, focused on finding his path out of the life he was forced to lead. Now in his last year of college, he meets a man who’s lost everything, too. The connection he feels is intense, their shared experiences bonding them instantly. Sid seems to feel it, too—yet the man keeps pulling away.

The holidays approach and the two young men try to navigate their feelings of loneliness and their attraction to one another.

A series of gifts shows them both just how deep the connection they have with one another is.

Christmas music played over the speakers. Chestnuts were roasting over open fires and Jack Frost some-such. Will had always tuned out seasonal music, but for once, he listened to the words, sensing the child-like joy in them. It only heightened the need he felt to give Sid the gift.
Will ordered them soup and wontons… as well as egg rolls… and they both ordered an entrée, along with a couple of extra ones he added on.
“You said a bunch and you meant a bunch,” Sid said as the waiter left the table.
“Gotta have enough for later, remember?”
Sid grinned. “You know, this Christmas is already turning out pretty good.”
“Chinese food at Chung’s with me… after being pawed at by old ladies? That’s something special there.”
“No… having someone who truly understands what I’ve gone through… how lonely the holidays can be. None of the platitudes. None of the pity.”
Will completely agreed.
“I haven’t been good to you,” Sid said. “I ran out after Thanksgiving… and I’ve avoided you since. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. You’re a good guy.”
Will reached over with one hand and took Sid’s. “It’s okay. I know how hard it is to let people in.”
“You’re not like other people. I know that. I want us to be friends… to know each other better.”
Will met Sid’s stare, his heart thumping a little harder than it had been a few seconds earlier.
“I feel the same way. What I already know… I sense we could be something special,” Will said, fishing the golden box from his pocket. He laid it on the table before Sid, a wide smile crossing his face. “So special that I wanted to give you something. Merry Christmas.”
“For me?” Sid asked, frowning. “You didn’t have to.”